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deernet2021-09-06 08:14 pm
arclightning) wrote in deernet2021-09-06 08:14 pm
video; un:mako
Uh, hey. Mako here.
[ Nailing it so far, right? Mako's standing in front of a half-blue, half-green wall, dotted with small lunar sconces. Everything looks kind of dusty and half-finished, and the watery afternoon light illuminates yet more dust drifting around him.
Notably, a small dragon, red-scaled and content, is draped over his shoulders like a scarf, watching the Omni with bright eyes.
Mako glances momentarily off the screen, mouths something, and then looks back, clearing his throat. ]
It's come to my attention that a lot of you have been setting things on fire left and right since we washed up here. Obviously, this is dangerous to you and the people around you. If that's you, you need to make an effort to control it immediately before something worse than singeing your clothes happens.
For those of you who just washed up, I'm a firebender. That means I can do—
[ He holds up his left hand (scarred with strange marks) in front of himself and splays his fingers, making a small puff of fire appear and hold over his palm. It flickers there like a candle flame, dancing between Mako's fingers, before he drags it in a small arc and lets it go out. ]
—that, and—
[ Another flick of his fingers, this time producing little purple-bright sparks that zap between the tips and then dissipate. ]
—that. And a lot more.
So. If you need help learning to control your powers, and you do, come to the Raccoon Room in Cellar Door on Wednesdays. You'll see the sign. I've been doing this since I was a kid. Anyone else who wants to help, feel free to drop by too.
[ Finally, he looks up, his serious expression dropping just slightly. ]
Trust me. If a bunch of snotty six-year-olds back home can learn how to do it, you can.
[ The little dragon huffs in agreement, fire puffing out of its nose, and Mako reaches forward to cut the feed. ]
[ Nailing it so far, right? Mako's standing in front of a half-blue, half-green wall, dotted with small lunar sconces. Everything looks kind of dusty and half-finished, and the watery afternoon light illuminates yet more dust drifting around him.
Notably, a small dragon, red-scaled and content, is draped over his shoulders like a scarf, watching the Omni with bright eyes.
Mako glances momentarily off the screen, mouths something, and then looks back, clearing his throat. ]
It's come to my attention that a lot of you have been setting things on fire left and right since we washed up here. Obviously, this is dangerous to you and the people around you. If that's you, you need to make an effort to control it immediately before something worse than singeing your clothes happens.
For those of you who just washed up, I'm a firebender. That means I can do—
[ He holds up his left hand (scarred with strange marks) in front of himself and splays his fingers, making a small puff of fire appear and hold over his palm. It flickers there like a candle flame, dancing between Mako's fingers, before he drags it in a small arc and lets it go out. ]
—that, and—
[ Another flick of his fingers, this time producing little purple-bright sparks that zap between the tips and then dissipate. ]
—that. And a lot more.
So. If you need help learning to control your powers, and you do, come to the Raccoon Room in Cellar Door on Wednesdays. You'll see the sign. I've been doing this since I was a kid. Anyone else who wants to help, feel free to drop by too.
[ Finally, he looks up, his serious expression dropping just slightly. ]
Trust me. If a bunch of snotty six-year-olds back home can learn how to do it, you can.
[ The little dragon huffs in agreement, fire puffing out of its nose, and Mako reaches forward to cut the feed. ]
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Well. He likes Wu, and he likes Ryan, so it can't be that bad. ]
Ryan, if you find anyone else trying out unsanctioned pyrotechnics, send them my way. I'm... trying to keep the rest of the city intact on top of everything else.
Oh, and. If you haven't yet, probably get a food stash going. Nonperishable stuff.
Just in case.
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[ Wu groans, squeezing his shoulders. ]
Come on, we talked about this! Keeping the town alive isn't just your responsibility.
[ It was their one big argument, after Wu died and Mako threw himself into his work. He grimaces, and looks back at Ryan ]
He's right, though. You never know what could happen. Deerington-- things were really bad! And we don't now that Trench is better, even though I really, really hope it's better!
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Uh...just in case of what, exactly?
[He hasn't asked a lot of follow-up questions, but if something might happen that he needs to stockpile for, well. Maybe he should actually like...know about it.]
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In the dream we ran out of food. Pretty quickly, actually, and so far I have no idea where food around here actually comes from. Believe me, it's just good practice. Keep about a month's worth of supplies on hand.
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[ Well, that's not an explanation, but it's the best he can do when they don't know anything ]
But if you ever do run out or need anything, tell us! I know Mako will keep us stocked with enough rations for at least five people.
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But these are his friends, and he does trust them. They've been doing this whole other worlds thing a lot longer than him. He's not going to tell them they're being too paranoid, especially if they actually did run out of food.]
Okay, okay! I'll keep a food supply. But man, I really hope Trench doesn't suck that much, wow.